RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 396: Par Favore

After my sessions with Hontas, I usually spent much of the night in her warmth before leaving at the dark hours of the morning.

For this night, I had the older woman resting her head on my chest, her hands wrapped around me, while her legs were entwined with mine.

I had my hands clamped on her ass cheeks when she stirred.

Against my slight effort, she broke out of my hold and sat up.

I cracked an eye open, the sight of Hontas naked under the dim light coming from the moon quite enchanting, but I was done with lust for the night.

Right now, it was I in the game with Sloth.

I shut my eyes, sinking back into sleep for some seconds till Hontas shook me vigorously.

"Marcus, get up," her voice was sharp.

My little romance with Sloth ended the instant I heard Hontas. I sat up and looked at her, watching as she went into her wardrobe, pulling out clothes.

"Get dressed, we have work."

I looked at the clock.

"It’s almost four o’clock."

"Yeah, we don’t have time to waste."

"By the time we get back, Isolde would have known I left. There will be questions to answer."

"We’ll cook up something."

"Or maybe you go alone."

Hontas paused, looking at me, stuck in contemplation, then she shook her head.

"I’ll need your help."

Since duty had called, I quickly got off the bed, going after my clothes.

Echo!! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Hmm!!

Echo!!

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah."

Hontas wasn’t a bad boss; it’s why I had been able to put up with her perceived sense of control over me.

Putting on my clothes, I pondered the discovery I had just made.

Hontas and I were the only people in the suite, no one else, Ninja Momma and the others had not returned home.

"Did you meet Isolde last night?"

"No, I arrived pretty late."

Worry was about to creep up my spine, but then I remembered that Isolde had a little bug that enabled her to say whatever she wanted in my head.

........

"How do you know we have work?" I asked as the wind blew over my face, my eyes staring at the city below.

"Remember the necklace I put on Jordan?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it’s a sort of alarm system, and some minutes ago it just went off...."

"I see."

Hontas was currently dressed in black robes that exposed her gloved hands and had a veil over her face.

"Shhhhhh!!!" Hontas put a finger to her lips as two witches approached us.

Their eyes vigilant, the pretty women in their long black coats passed us by, none the wiser of our presence.

Now come on, people, don’t be looking surprised or confused.

Okay, I apologize for not mentioning that Hontas has a flying carpet that being her means of transport at night, but we all know the Church is the one spawning witches.

While that statement contradicts history’s telling of them, it is a fact, and now that I am in Rome, where the Vatican is, surely you don’t expect the air to lack for the psychotic females.

I don’t know if the Vatican worked in collaboration with the government, but witches did not only fly around at night, they also patrolled the sky.

When Hontas exposed me to this side of the city, I had been stunned, but not as much as by the fact that she had a flying carpet.

The woman was a rune mistress and claimed to have made the carpet herself.

I had my doubts, but the confidence she always had in the carpet’s ability to conceal the presence of its riders even at close proximity to a witch lent her credit.

Going by air, it didn’t take us long to reach our destination.

The carpet landed us in front of the door of a mansion. After we got down, it disappeared into the sky, and I looked at Hontas quizzically.

"How did you control it?"

"Secret," the woman muttered as she moved towards the double doors ahead.

Knock!!

Knock!!

The dwellers in the house were already used to Hontas popping up at the front of their door, somehow getting past the tall fence that surrounded the compound and the guard at the gate.

"Sacerdotessa, per favore, entra."

It was the maid that answered the door.

I didn’t understand what she said, but Hontas was quite fluent in Italian, and she led the way.

"Grazie."

Hontas walked in, I behind her. The woman ahead of me walked with purpose, a destination in mind.

"Per favore, dica alla signora di incontrarmi nella stanza di Jordan. È un’emergenza, presto."

Whatever Hontas said had the maid’s eyes widening and her feet quickly moving.

Rather than ascend the mansion, we followed a door on the right, entering a corridor and walking to the door at its end.

There was a servant dutifully standing by the door, and at the sight of us he questioned,

"Grande Sacerdotessa, c’è un problema?"

"Un’emergenza."

The man had a confused expression, but he let us through and followed behind.

We entered a familiar room, its blue walls soothing, the toys hanging around hinting at its owner. The only flaw of the room would be the regions which had currently just received new paint.

"Hello, Jordan."

The owner of the room, a boy no older than nine, stood all the way at the other end of the room, on his bed and staring at us.

With his back pressed against the wall, Jordan had his eyes squinted in a way quite uncommon for someone his age.

"Leave me alone," he hissed.

Before Hontas could say a word, there were several footsteps behind her Jordan’s parents arriving at the scene.

The man and woman were dressed in white pyjamas, the woman wearing a gown, and they breathed heavily as they came to a stop.

Relief passed through the couple’s faces at the sight of their son all right, but the fact that Hontas had come on her own accord let them know that all was not right, and they turned to her for answers.

"Grand Priestess, what is the matter? Is Jordan okay?" the mother beat her husband to the question.